Álbum TO THE 5 BOROUGHS de Beastie Boys - Canciones

TO THE 5 BOROUGHS

Listado de canciones del álbum TO THE 5 BOROUGHS

  1. Ch-Check It OutVer letra 3:12

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    letra de Ch-Check It Out

    All you Trekkies and TV addicts,
    don't mean to dis don't mean to bring static.
    All you Klingons in the fuckin' house
    grab your backstreet friend and get loud.
    Blowin' doors off hinges
    I'll grab you with the pinchers,
    and no I didn't retire.
    I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers.

    Like Mutual of Omaha,
    got the ill boat you've never seen before.
    Gliding in the glades, and like Lorne Greene you know I get paid.
    Like caprese with the basil,
    not goofy like Darren or Hazel,
    I'm a mother fucking Nick at Night
    with classics rerunning that you know all right.

    Now remain calm no alarm cause my farm ain't fat, so what's up with that?
    I've got friends and family that I respect when I think I'm too good they put me in check.
    So believe when I say I'm no better than you,
    except when I rap so I guess it ain't true.
    Like that y'all and you just don't stop,
    guaranteed to make your body rock.

    Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
    What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
    Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
    Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out

    I said, "Doc, what's the condition?
    I'm a man that's on a mission."
    He said, "Son, you'd better listen!
    STUCK IN YOU'RE ASS IS AN ELECTRICIAN!"
    Like a scientist, mmmm when I'm applying this
    method of controlling my mind like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined.

    Hey baby bubba now what the deal?
    I didn't know you go for that mass appeal.
    Some call it salugi, some hot potato
    I stole your mic and you won't see it later,
    cause I work magic like a magician
    I add up like a mathematician.
    I'm a bank cashier, engineer, I wear cotton but I don't wear sheer.

    Shazam! and Abracadabra!
    In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya.
    Yo money, don't chump yourself.
    Put that shit back on the shelf.
    Light rays blazin' you're out of phase and my crews amazin'.
    We're working on the record yo so stay patient.

    Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
    What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
    Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
    Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out

    I go by the name of The King Adrock.
    I don't wear a cup nor a jock nor a thong.
    I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre, like Miss Piggy. "Who moi?"
    I am the one with the Clientele.
    You say, "Adrock, God you rock so well."
    I 've got class like Pink Champale.
    MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale.

    Don't test me.
    They can't arrest me.
    I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty.
    You look upset yo calm down.
    You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown.
    I flow like smoke out a chimney.
    You never been me.
    You wanna rap but what you're making ain't hip hop B.

    Get your clothes right out the dryer.
    Put Armor All up on your tire.
    Sport that fresh attire.
    Tonight we goin' out set the town on fire.
    Set the town ablaze.
    Gonna stun and amaze.
    Ready to throw a craze.
    Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days."

    Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
    What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
    Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
    Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out

  2. Right Right Now NowVer letra 2:46

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    letra de Right Right Now Now

    Once upon a time up on this mic
    MC's be really workin' on what they write
    With the sound delight we rock all night
    And yes we're gonna party for the right to fight
    We're international like Matt Takei
    Rock the mic from Munich out to Taipei
    Still around the way is where we'll stay
    Say what we mean, mean what we say
    Trajectories from the past are taking their toll and
    What we do now is future moulding
    Columbine bowling, childhood stolen
    We need a bit more gun controlling

    Right, Right, Now, Now
    What is goin' on?
    We, We, Gotta, Gotta
    Get it goin' on
    Be, Be, Fore, Fore
    It's Too Far Gone
    We gotta work together, it's been too long

    When I get on you scream "Hoo Tight!"
    Rockin' this flow I could go all night
    I'm not here to fight, or incite
    I'm like the beach in the Bahamas make you feel alright
    I'm getting kind of tired of the situation
    The US attacking other nations
    And narration, on every station
    False election's got me losing my patience
    I'm a funky-ass Jew and I'm on my way
    And yes I got to say fuck the KKK
    And oh yeah hey, how about today?
    If you want to set it off then let me hear you say

    Right, Right, Now, Now
    What is goin' on?
    We, We, Gotta, Gotta
    Get it goin' on
    Be, Be, Fore, Fore
    It's Too Far Gone
    We gotta work together, it's been too long

    I went to get a loan and they asked my race
    I wrote down human inside the space
    It's a disgrace how they try to debase
    It ain't the bank's damn business how my lineage trace
    Now let me drop a verse that's terse and concise
    I'm an iron chef when I slice and dice
    With the rhyme precise, the word is nice
    So please pass me the Reunite on ice
    Well let's go to work and not beserk
    'Cause when the time comes the body goes to dirt
    Try to smooth it out like Levert
    Keep the mind alert and not revert

    Right, Right, Now, Now
    What is goin' on?
    We, We, Gotta, Gotta
    Get it goin' on
    Be, Be, Fore, Fore
    It's Too Far Gone
    We gotta work together, it's been too long

  3. 3 The Hard WayVer letra 2:48

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    letra de 3 The Hard Way

    Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Models
    Deep in Brooklyn I ride the elevated trains
    Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell
    At Edward R. Morrow out on Ave L
    We be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks
    With the diamond stylus we cutting wax
    We're the super elastic bubble plastic
    Got ethereal material that's straight up classic
    You try to vex reject but you should respect
    Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx * 1
    So don't start to flex up in the discotheque
    Or we'll make you extinct tyrannosaurus rex

    We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way

    Your rhyme technique, it is antique
    To all my heads Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques?
    Que cosa fai? Come sta e?
    Ho fato molte telefonate
    Oops gotcha clutch like Plazza
    Sneak between the sheets so hide like matzoh
    Holler back challah bread... next
    We are the crew who put the crew in Cruex
    I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me
    I'm Mike D the one who put the satin in your panties
    Time to count MC's in this place to be
    Not five, not four, not two, just three

    We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way

    Round-house kick the mic out your hand
    Drunken mantis, my name brand
    So if you're slick with the tricks and the slight of hand
    I'm hip top the shit that you're trying to scam
    Gnip Gnop I got shit to pop
    I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop
    So pack up your bag and your mic and don't wait
    E.T. phone home now get the fuck out my face
    You know we shake'em bake'em then we take'em
    Treat MCs like leaves go out and rake'em
    If you sell our CDs on Canal before we make'em
    Then we will have no alternative but to serve you
    on a platter like Steak'Em

    We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way

  4. It Takes Time To BuildVer letra 3:11

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    letra de It Takes Time To Build

    If you don't like the news then press eject
    Baby Davis getting older can't take a rain check
    It's time to let'em know what we expect
    Stop building SUV's strung out on OPEC
    Hold up wait up you know we come correct
    You wanna change things up, well hey just get set
    It's easier to sit back than stick out your neck
    It's easier to break things than build it correct
    We've got a president we didn't elect
    The Kyoto treaty he decided to neglect
    And still the US just wants to flex
    Keep doin' that wop we gonna break our necks

    It takes a second to wreck it
    It takes time to build
    You gots to chill

    Hate filled people wanna keep us in check
    Tearin' down each other is what they expect
    If you want love well hey that's a bet
    We've got to give before we can get
    Waiting like a batter who is on deck
    When it's time to wreck shop then shop I'll wreck
    So let's calibrate and check our specs
    We need a little shift on over towards the left
    I don't really know but I suspect
    I think it's due time that we inspect
    How they get their information and their facts are checked
    Another press conference someone's talking out their neck

    It takes a second to wreck it
    It takes time to build
    You gots to chill

    So step up to the window and place your bets
    Is the US gonna keep breaking necks
    Maybe it's time that we impeach Tex
    And the military muscle that he wants to flex
    By the time Bush is done what will be left
    Selling votes like E-pills at the discotheque
    Environmental destruction and the national dept
    But plenty of dollars left in the fat war chest
    What the real deal why you can't connect
    Why you hating people that you never met
    Didn't your mama teach you to show some respect?
    Why not open your mind for a sec?

    It takes a second to wreck it
    It takes time to build
    You gots to chill

  5. Rhyme The Rhyme WellVer letra 2:47

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    letra de Rhyme The Rhyme Well

    Now my name is Adrock I've got a story to tell
    When I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell
    And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell
    And when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well

    Oh you didn't know I got the flow
    I could sing, rap, dance in just one show
    With the cornbread stuffin' with the Blimpie Bluffin
    Mother fuckin' Yosi with the goddamn muffins
    Hey could you please pass me the peas
    And let me get a tissue if you think your're gonna sneeze
    I'm the player and the coach I'm no roach
    I bought my grandma a brand new broach

    Well I'm MCA with a story to tell
    When I rock the crowd I rock the crowd well
    And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell
    'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well

    'Cause I'm a craftsman, who ain't fastin'
    I'll take you to task everyone of ya'll draftsman
    I'm rehearsin' and ain't maskin'
    Bringin' the beat back and keepin' it lastin'
    Keepin' it top notch, beyond passing
    Simmer in the pan 'cause, I ain't flashin'
    I'm party crashin' so you better batten
    Down those hatches stop procrastin-

    Well I'm Mike D with a story to tell
    And when I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell
    And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell
    'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well

    Went to the top and never went pop and
    Came back down but still not stopping
    I'm not even asking, "Yo what's cracking?"
    Serving MC's on a platter like baked Alaskan
    So start packing because I'm back in
    The game of hiphop reprenting Manhattan

    Now push the pause button then start ducking
    Shhhhh you heard me like I'm E.F. Hutton,
    Hutton shhhhhhhh, Hutton shhh, Hutton shhhhhhh,
    Hutton SHHHHHHHHH!!!!

  6. Triple TroubleVer letra 2:43

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    letra de Triple Trouble

    If You (If You)
    Wanna Know (Wanna Know)
    The real deal about the three
    Well let me tell you
    We're triple trouble ya'll
    We're gonna bring you up to speed

    Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser
    Ain't selling out to advertisers
    What you get is what you see
    And you won't see me out there advertising
    See I like to party not drink Bacardi
    'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody
    Known for my spiel like wheelie one wheel
    'Cause this is like having a delicious meal

    Moving the crowd, well that's a must
    I got some words that apply to us and that's
    Mesmerizing, tantalizing
    Captivating, we're devastating

    If You (If You)
    Wanna Know (Wanna Know)
    The real deal about the three
    Well let me tell you
    We're triple trouble ya'll
    We're gonna bring you up to speed

    Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier
    Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer
    If you wanna drink call Mr. Belvedere
    Run this rap game like a brigadier
    I got kicks on the one, seven and eleven
    Snares on the five and thirteen
    Rhymes on time and that's the given
    We're hot on the disco scene check it a check it
    Slow down with I-me, got to stop stingin'
    The source of the problem is at the origin
    You've got lyrics that have got me cringin'
    You're like a fish-wife, quit your damn whingin'

    If You (If You)
    Wanna Know (Wanna Know)
    The real deal about the three
    Well let me tell you
    We're triple trouble ya'll
    We're gonna bring you up to speed

    Hey yo, BAM super nature god damn
    Cerrone on the microphone I am
    Adrock a.k.a sharp cheddar
    My rhymes are better
    What the Helen in Troy is that?
    Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack?
    I'm beautiful you can't touch me
    If you pick a rose, well you might just bleed

    We're originators you can't feign
    Ignorance or pass the blame
    'Nuff rhymes coming out the brain
    'Nuff beats to drive you insane
    'Nuff moves to make your neck crane
    'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain
    'Nuff heat to leave you in flames
    'Nuff style that you can't defame
    You see I walk like Jabba The Hutt
    With the style so new y'all be like what?
    Turn the party out like a bon vivant
    With the skill at will that I know you want
    On a hot day sip on iced latte
    Devious like Wyllie Coyote
    Hot to trote or maybe not-e
    'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body

    Mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, devastating

    If You (If You)
    Wanna Know (Wanna Know)
    The real deal about the three
    Well let me tell you
    We're triple trouble ya'll
    We're gonna bring you up to speed

    Roses are beautiful to look at, but they're thorny
    Stems may cause them to be difficult to handle
    thus making their beauty a bit awkward

  7. Hey Fuck YouVer letra

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    letra de Hey Fuck You

    Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book?
    Look give it back you're wicky wack
    With your ticky tack calls didn't touch you at all
    I didn't touch your hand man you know its all ball
    You sold a few records but don't get slick
    'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
    You've been in the game, your career is long
    But when you break it down you've only got 2 songs
    MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootn' skeet
    I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat
    You people call yourselves MC's but you're garbage men
    Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen

    And if you don't like then hey fuck you!

    I read about you up on page 6
    They was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed
    Now talk about your face now don't get pissed
    But I suggest you see a dermatologist
    I keep that hot sauce hot not mild and weak
    It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak
    I've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex
    'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks
    Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch
    You're hearing me and you're like "oh my god its Sasquatch!"
    I'm walkin' on water while you're stepping in shit
    So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit

    And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
    So put a quarter in your ass cause you played yourself

    Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting
    In the animal kingdom they call it presenting
    With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle
    The truth is brutal your grandma's kugel
    Kings County is my stomping ground
    The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
    So don't ask me to wine and dine ya
    I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina
    You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
    You're just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am
    With those lies you're telling you look like Toucan Sam
    But my style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam

    And if you don't like then hey fuck you!

  8. Oh Word?Ver letra 2:59

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    letra de Oh Word?

    Yo what the schnitzel we're back
    Shit's getting duller and duller and that's a fact
    I don't care what you heard or care what you seen
    I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine
    Because I'm not that hairy oh contrary
    I go with the flow though the tempo varies
    So twist the cap and pop the cork
    My name's Adrock made in New York

    Oh word?

    What the ponytail, I don't eat snail
    I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail
    'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls
    And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls
    And I'll be rockin' parties from block to block
    And block party to party the neighborhoods on lock
    So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking
    The name's MCS made in downtown Brooklyn

    Oh word?

    Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth
    I'm a rhyme style writer you're a rhyme style thief
    I may be paranoid you tried to fade me
    Here's a song for you "Lady"
    Make you bug out like you don't know what to do
    Your momma says "shame on you"
    When you're dancing with your crew
    So get that poor chicken up off your fork
    My name's Mike D made in New York

    Oh word?

    Yo what the talafel you gotta get up awful
    Early to fool Mr. Furley
    And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could
    Stick your head in the toilet give yourself a swirley
    Listen up biters go please stop
    While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop
    Believe what you heard when you talk
    My name is Adrock made in New York

    Oh word?
    What the phone booth word to hair moose
    You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth
    Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out
    The hogs tooth belong inside the hog's mouth
    Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees
    I'll have dog pemmican with my tea
    Now pass the wok 'cause I'm cookin'
    The names MCS made in Downtown Brooklyn

    Oh word?

    Yo, what the doofus, say good night
    You're Snidely Whiplash I'm Dudley Do-you-right
    Times are off the hinges leave your 2 way at the door
    We're all up the creek a long way from shore
    Not walking around looking to get you cake
    The D is for Diamonds not for Drakes
    This not a fantasy and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke
    The name's Mike D made in New York

    Oh word?

  9. That's It That's All 2:28
  10. All Life Styles
  11. Shazam!Ver letra 2:26

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    letra de Shazam!

    Everybody get down huh
    Everybody get down huh
    Everybody get down huh
    Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!

    I sneak a chicken tikka
    Marsala at a gala event
    I represent that's stupid that's for sure
    You be like "oh yeah Adam, real mature"
    I'd like a lettuce, tomato and Munster on rye
    All this cheese is gonna make me cry
    Gorgonzola, Provolone
    Don't even get me started on this microphone
    Blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka
    I'm a super-dooper MC party pooper
    On a track so slick it'll make you feel all queasy
    Make you do like Fred Sanford with "I'm comin' Wheezy!"

    Everybody get down huh
    Everybody get down huh
    Everybody get down huh
    Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!

    On the court I go by the name Praying Mantis
    Got the edge and I've got the advantage
    If you could see things from my vantage
    Point then you could better understand this
    I'm in the lab all day I scrabble all night
    I got a bedazzler so my outfit's tight
    When it comes to panache I can't be beat
    I got the most style from below 14th street
    Internationally known as the Keebler Elf
    Can't keep a catalog up on the shelf
    I splash on beats like sauce on spaghetti
    Putting MC's out of business like they're Crazy Eddie

    Everybody get down huh
    Everybody get down huh
    Everybody get down huh
    Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!

    I know you're sitting pretty in the Hampty Hamps
    Posing like you're rolling with that camp
    In layman's terms let me break it down
    You're flipping and flopping just like a flounder
    I'm a hip hop scholar while you're left back
    So Jeckle and Rush go back to Lefrac
    I'm a simple man like Chance Gardner
    Working 9 to 5 Dolly Parton
    Got rhymes for jerks that's bringing on drama
    Which rhyme you want first? The one about your mama?
    Goodness gracious golly gee
    Shazam! Freeeeeeak out with the genie!

    Everybody get down huh
    Everybody get down huh
    Everybody get down huh
    Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!

    Freak out with the genie....

  12. An Open Letter To NYCVer letra 4:18

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    letra de An Open Letter To NYC

    Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
    From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
    Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
    Black, White, New York you make it happen

    Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers
    Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders
    We come together on the subway cars
    Diversity unified, whoever you are
    We're doing fine on the One and Nine line
    On the L we're doin' swell
    On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss
    'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must
    I remember when the Duece was all porno flicks
    Running home after school to play PIX * 1
    At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street
    And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet
    Dear New York I hope you're doing well
    I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell
    So, we give thanks for providing a home
    Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves

    Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
    From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
    Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
    Black, White, New York you make it happen

    The L.I.E. the B.Q.E
    Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D.
    Get my BVD's from VIM
    You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can
    Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's got thrown out
    Sneakin' in at 4:00 am after going out
    You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross
    But everybody started looting when the light went off
    From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge
    From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge
    From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side
    From 1010 WINS to Live At Five
    Dear New York this is a love letter
    To you and how you brought us together
    We can't say enough about all you do
    'Cause in the city were ourselves and electric too

    Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
    From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
    Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
    Black, White, New York you make it happen

    Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from
    Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem
    To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met
    Before they moved on down to the Upper West
    I see you're still strong after all that's gone on
    Life long we dedicate this song
    Just a little something to show some respect
    To the city that blends and mends and tests
    Since 911 we're still livin'
    And lovin' life we've been given
    Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us
    Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust
    Dear New York I know a lot has changed
    2 towers down but you're still in the game
    Home to many rejecting know one
    Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from

    Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
    From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
    Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
    Black, White, New York you make it happen

  13. CrawlspaceVer letra 2:53

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    letra de Crawlspace

    There's a party going on in here for real
    I got more product than Ron Popeil
    So deal with that troop were troopers
    The only air time you get is on bloopers
    Beatsie Boys in the place up in the space
    So renovate or evacuate
    You better think twice before you start flossing
    I been in your bathroom often
    Taking punk MC's out I'm all about
    My to do list today is turn the party out
    Getting hot in here no room to breath
    I got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep
    No I'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock
    I go by the name of the King Adrock
    So here's a match my ass and your face
    Listen when I tell you dog;
    I'm in your crawl space

    You're in front of my house and you know that's wack
    Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack
    You suckers try to front like you've got the force
    But I'll slay like Vader sip you for a first course
    Don't even get me started on intercourse...
    A 14! 9
    Don't step into my zone or even periphery
    Can't grab a hold of my style it's too slippery
    The way you act a fool son you can't erase
    I'll have you running on your way like steeple chase
    You tried to take my title now put it back in place
    But now you're busted wearing panties and lace
    Steeling my style from my trophy case
    But my drive's secure like an army base
    You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase
    But you ain't never gonna catch me;
    I'm in your crawl space

    Schematics, blueprints and microfilm
    Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm
    'Cause you know we're getting scarier and scarier
    And this extends beyond the Tri-State-Area
    Omnipresent and omnipotent
    My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents
    This means huge compared to very small
    You look a little chilly, can I get you a shall?
    'Cause these rhymes are zoo proof
    They're like anvils lined up on a roof
    Waiting to drop on your corny melon
    'Cause were not buying what you're selling
    First you want to battle then you start to whine
    You're looking hungry, it must be snack time
    So run home where you feel safe
    But don't sleep Cochise;
    I'm in your crawl space

  14. The BrouhahaVer letra 2:13

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    letra de The Brouhaha

    Now what the blood clot I rap a lot
    What you gonna do when the beat goes drop?
    Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis? Who the illest?
    You know my name's Adam stop callin' me Phyllis
    Ya hear some fuss, you're like what's the clamor?
    It's just me naked on the cover of Glamour
    A phenomenon pandemonium
    The club is blowing up like plutonium
    What's all the fanfare what's the to do
    We're known to bring the hullabaloo
    On stage or at the spa
    Guaranteed we bring the brouhaha

    'Cause it's a brouhaha
    'Cause it's a brouhaha

    There's a commotion that's goin' down
    I talk more shit then drown the clown
    I'm like that freak from Cirque de Soleil
    With my leg behind my head and a rhyme to say
    Ten nine eight seven six five four
    Get upon the mic and I'm a even the score
    one two three, three to two one
    don't carry a knife and I don't carry a gun
    Yo we be making mountains out of Cool Whip
    Pass me the mint for the julep
    Tell me everybody where is the love
    Hey yo what's the motherfuckin' hubbub

    'Cause it's a brouhaha
    'Cause it's a brouhaha

    Communicator check one two one two
    This is Bones McCoy on a line to Sulu
    Set the bullshit to warp factor one
    Check your tri-corder set your phaser to stun
    Oh mai oui you can catch me
    At Jean Vie with a pastry
    C'est ci c'est la oh n'est pas
    Qu'est-ce-que c'est le brouhahaha
    Ha haha haha!
    Just back from Japan and ooh I'm laggin'
    Goin' rao rao with the dungeon dragon
    You can dance if you want to leave your friends behind
    But if they don't dance and then they won't dance they can kiss my fuckin' ass
    'Cause it's a brouhaha
    'Cause it's a brouhaha

  15. We Got TheVer letra 4:59

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    letra de We Got The

    Who got the chance to make things right?
    Why the politicians always want to fight?
    The Christian coalition and the right wing ooooh!
    Let me tell you what you can do
    Step outside the cone of silence
    Too much hatred and violence
    It's time to rewind
    We need a military decline
    Got the power of the mind focused
    Government like a locust
    Are we gone or just going?
    Time to act on what we be knowinh y'all

    Who got the power to make a difference?
    Who got the power to make a change?
    Who got the power to make a difference?
    We got the
    We got the
    We got the

    Eyes on the prize and never wane
    Take the bull by the reins
    If you want it be the change
    Like Ghandi and MLK
    Wait up, got to change the system
    Need knowledge, power and wisdom
    Same way I rock this microphone
    Speak up, just let it be known
    Hey ladies, fellas
    And everyone between
    Take the power back, let them react
    And let's show them what we mean; Check it out

    Who got the power to make a difference?
    Who got the power to make a change?
    Who got the power to make a difference?
    We got the
    We got the
    We got the

    We can work, walk, march and protest
    Think about how we approach this
    Ask questions but they keep frontin'
    Due time we change a little something
    Hey yo don't you know
    Won't forget Amaduous Diallo
    To the crooked people and the crooked cops
    Got to spread love before the world goes pop
    Never again should we use the A-bomb
    We need an international ban on
    all W.O.M.D.'s gone
    We need a multilateral disarm

    Who got the power to make a difference?
    Who got the power to make a change?
    Who got the power to make a difference?
    We got the
    We got the
    We got the

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